Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.